She'd always loved the elven race. Their beauty, their power, magick incarnate. She desired it so greatly, and now it would happen.
Mystical energies pierced her skin and soul, reworking her from the inside out. She felt less human by the second, as an amethyst nimbus of power surrounded her.
Zoë braced herself against the sink, intent on watching herself transform. She opened her normally hazel eyes, already beginning to slain slightly, becoming almond-shaped. Her irises lightened, fading to a pale tan before suddenly brightening and deepening to a hypnotic amethyst.
Her skin was clearing, becoming blemish-free and porcelain pale. She touched her arm, finding it hairless and delicate.
"It's working!" Her voice was similarly affected, rising slightly in pitch and tone. She felt like singing. "I'm changing!" Her inflections were melodic and enticing.
Zoë felt herself sinking, and panicked a bit. She soon realized she was shrinking slightly, her body thinning as she lost over a foot of height. She had been fairly tall for her age at 5'8''; she estimated that she was now about 4'6''. Elves were usually smaller than humans; she paid it no heed.
Tugging at her jaw brought her attention back to the mirror. Her cheekbones were rising, resting higher on a more angular face. It made her look so beautiful, she thought, as her short hair lengthened and billowed out to the backs of her knees, turning from dyed black to natural silver en route.
Zoë touched the contours of her face. It felt perfect, especially the way it highlighted her ears
The tips of her ears burned, the cartilage beginning to stretch and taper. Zoë was about to tuck back her silver hair when the tips poked through. They were sharp points, and she sighed in delight as they continued to grow and extend slightly outward. They grew to double her human ear size, obvious but not ridiculously proportioned.
The nimbus settled within Zoë, signaling the end of her Chrysalis. She inspected herself in the mirror, graceful and elven.
Her baggy clothes threatened to fall from her smaller frame, and she wove a spell to alter them. Her elven magick had grown more powerful than her human powers, and she stood in a marvelous ensemble of natural fibers and earth tones.
"Elven fashions," she whispered. "Magnificent."
The elf gathered her belongings and the wondrous magickal stone, and exited the restroom on silent footsteps. She was anxious to see the new world.
